Little 'Ol Bug

Have you ever asked, "why?"; As a bird passed you by? Will you fly, like a bird, when you die? As you walk through the trees; Is there something you see? Are those wings, of a bee that you spy? Then, I spy on a bug. Just a little 'ol bug; I think twice, as I lift up my shoe. Then I set it back down; Ask myself, "could it be?" Could the bug on the ground have been you? When this life ends for me; Wonder where I will be? Wonder what, in this world I will do? So, the next time you see; Some 'ol bug on the ground Wonder what, you will do with YOUR shoe? We don't know where we'll be; What we'll do; Where we'll go We don't know, what it is we may see But, I wonder myself ; At the end of this life, Will that bug on the ground then be ME?